THE BEAUTY OF ORDINARINESS

THE BEAUTY OF ORDINARINESS

Matthew 11:29

Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me; for I am meek and lowly in heart: and ye shall find rest for your souls.

 

Revelation 5: 4-10

And I wept much, because no one was found worthy to open the book, or to look thereon: and one of the elders saith unto me, Weep not; behold, the Lion that is of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, hath overcome to open the book and the seven seals thereof. And I saw in the midst of the throne and of the four living creatures, and in the midst of the elders, a Lamb standing, as though it had been slain, having seven horns, and seven eyes, which are the seven Spirits of God, sent forth into all the earth. And he came, and he taketh it out of the right hand of him that sat on the throne. And when he had taken the book, the four living creatures and the four and twenty elders fell down before the Lamb, having each one a harp, and golden bowls full of incense, which are the prayers of the saints.

And they sing a new song, saying, Worthy art thou to take the book, and to open the seals thereof: for thou was slain, and didst purchase unto God with thy blood men of every tribe, and tongue, and people, and nation, and madest them to be unto our God a kingdom and priests; and they reign upon earth.

 

Wisdom is not arrayed in purple linen,

hence she won’t be crying out in the streets!

 

O! Such beauty of ordinariness,

O! What Glory that lies in it,

May our eyes be open to see,

the beauty in being uncomely,

and the Glory in ordinariness.

I cast my heart to the heaven,

at the glorious being waiting at the service of His Holiness,

the Creator,

The cherubim in their glorious splendor,

The Seraphs in their fiery nature,

The elegant creatures in heaven,

full of beauty and grace,

He made them with heavenly materials,

One was made with all manners of precious stones. Then I look at Man, Adam,

made of a lower texture,

of the dust of the earth not heavens, made frail and weak.

Yet when His dominion was to be a giving,

He made Dust the ruler of all…even the beings of mighty splendor answers to this Dust.

“What is Man?”

-they wonder!

He by passed the glorious creatures,

ones He made with fire,

the ones He made of precious stones,

and He chose to plant His Seed in the man,

man made of earth,

He is not pleasured in living in these glorious and mighty ones,

He chose His abode in this earthen vessel,

man frail, poor and weak…not in angels of splendor but in man of dust.

When His Holy One He sent for the saving,

In the Womb of Flesh was Glory carried,

man wretched in his cursed ways,

Yet he chose the poor ordinary Nazarene maiden, declaring Blessed is she.

He chose not the palace of Herod,

nor the mansions of Pilate,

but that poor ordinary carpenter’s house made

He the Holy One to dwell.

He grew up being strong and full of wisdom,

Yet the prophets hath declared Him uncomely,

not pleasing to look upon,

a stone despised, casted off by the builders.

Yet He is the Foundation of that Glorious Zion.

He died of shame, hung naked on the cross; I

mean the tree for the bad and terrible.

Yet Glorious is He,

transforms the cross of torments to the perfect wisdom of Yah,

making the wise confounded

yet retaining their wisdom,

The Jews in their wisdom couldn’t decipher,

a Messiah born in Nazareth,

the carpenter’s first born.

He in His ordinariness, overcame the fiercest foes,

Daring death where is thy sting…

He chose not with him the Pharisees and the Sadducees;

he called to himself men of the sea.

I Am: meek and lowly,

I Am is God’s own Title,

so I Am is meek and lowly!

The one who sits on the throne which emits light, thunders and voices,

Jesus the effulgence of God’s Glory and the very image of His Person retains this ordinariness, chose not to be Great and Mighty but meek and lowly.

 

Wisdom is not arrayed in purple linen, else she won’t have been crying out in the streets, For men love comeliness, beauty is the food for man’s eyes, a bait for his soul,

Yet wisdom is justified of her children, the creator had her in the beginning. O the beauty of ordinariness.

I want to be lowly

I want to be meek

I want to be ordinary,

Like that poor shepherd boy;

Who brought down the giant with a sling,

I want to be ordinary,

like the man called out of the Ur of the Chaldeans,

To a land he would yet see… Made the father of Faith, for such an ordinary heart. God has prepared a throne for the meek, a crown for the lowly,

May our proud hearts be made meek, and our lofty minds be made lowly,

that we may sit on the throne prepared for the meek, and wear the crown prepared for the lowly,

for though it was the Lion that indeed overcame,

but it was the Lamb that was worthy to unseal the scroll.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.